EXETERRPG: ( 3 , 01:31 )- MS- Tac/Sec Ens.(sg) Stan More

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NRPC :- All remarks are in character and are not meant to hurt or insult. No animals were hurt during the writing of this post.🐴 or after.


Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express
Day:03
Stardate: 2445.12.03

(USS Exeter – Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens. Stan More - 01:31 )

As More slowly began to regain consciousness. He came to the conclusion that he needed to change his ways. Ever since he arrived on the Exeter he’d been a pain in the neck for everybody. He done stupid things without thinking and this was the consequence.

That crazy harpy Maxine was correct. Not about taking great joy out of hurting people. But for every action you do there is a consequence. Stan never thought before about what would happen to others. That had to stop. Change. That was now the word. He had been given a second chance and by the grave of Lcmd Butch McTaggard. Stan would do it.
  
He would go back to his first love. Science! Especially botany. Plants had always been his favourite and biology. Seeing how organic things worked had always fascinated him. He would need to speak to the Captain. It was more then likely Trip would want to see him anyway. Stan would ask then.

But what about Ravok?

Would he blame Stan for Nesha’s death?

Maybe it was best to give his friend some space. When Ravok was ready to speak with Stan. He would be ready.

Slowly Stan opened his eyes.

“There he is,” Dural said, “You gave us quite a scare. The defibrillator kicks like an Andorian Mule, doesn’t it?”

A childhood memory of a game of dare.  Came to Stan’s mind. Him , wee Billy and big Steven. Had visited a farm owned by big Steven’s uncle Percy. It was a heritage museum. Modelled on a working 1960’s Scottish farm. With live animals not holograms. Including a rather bad tempered mule called Norman.

Big Steven bet Stan and wee Billy. To go up and pull Normans tail. Being the worst type of show off a seven year old could be. Stan thought he would go one better. He lifted Normans tail. The mule did not like having his tail touched and went berserk , kicking out with his back legs. Luckily Stan fell backwards but still got a slight kick. From Norman breaking Mores arm.

Stan looked at Dr Methor.

“ Doctor Methor. I am sorry for.........being a nuisance before....... I owe you a couple of bottles of Kenar.” Stan said.

( Reply , Methor & Bracken )

( Reply ,Todd & Bracken)

( Posted by Norman 🐼)

“ Never trust anything that can think for itself. If you can’t see where it keeps it’s brains.” :- J.K. Rowling


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